Xiuxian Food Stall, a Hot Spot as Soon as It Opens

Chapter 159 Lemon Tea, I only sell overnight
The stalls are in place, but the customers are not there yet.

Lu Wu smelled the scent of sandalwood wafting from Tianfo Temple and felt drowsy.

After the Demon Sealing Formation was opened, many pilgrims chose to wait half a month before coming to Tianfo Temple to worship Buddha, and the number of people became smaller.

And those ascetics are still climbing the mountain with great effort.

Bored Lu Wu supported his chin and stared blankly. Da Huang and Huo Huo didn't like this kind of soul-sealed environment and would rather stay in the cave and not come out.

I waited and waited, and until noon, the road up the mountain was still empty.

The temple bell rang again behind me, and after a while, a monk came out with a broom and started sweeping the floor.

He is an elderly monk.

He had a gray beard and was wearing a white shirt that had been washed so much that it looked bleached. With a slight movement of the broom in his hand, the fallen leaves were gathered together.

At first glance, he is an advanced sweeping monk with ten years of experience.

The Sweeping Monk naturally noticed Lu Wu's observation, but he did not communicate with Lu Wu and just focused on sweeping the floor.

The ground became clean after the scattered leaves were swept away.

It was not until the old monk finished his work that Lu Wu took the initiative to invite him.

"Master, I see you're busy and tired. Would you like a cup of milk tea to quench your thirst?"

Lu Wu pointed to the sign and said, "Whatever you want to drink, just order."

The old monk then looked at Lu Wu straight in the eye. He stood far away, looking at Lu Wu's stall, with no expression of sadness or joy on his face.

"Milk tea, what is it?"

He asked Lu Wu a soul-searching question.

This kind of new thing has never appeared in the Qingyuan Realm. Although the old monk looks serious on the surface, he is actually very nervous.

The reason why he was assigned to sweep the floor at the door was because he didn't like staying in the temple and chanting scriptures.

He contracted the gate of the temple so that he could communicate more with pilgrims.

Old people can't stand loneliness.

When he saw the stall, he became curious.

But he had never heard of milk tea, nor those strange names, which made him feel alienated from the world.

I didn't dare ask, for fear of being laughed at.

"It's a mixture of milk, tea and sugar."

"I recommend this lemon tea. Although it doesn't have milk, drinking a cup in the morning can refresh your mind."

"Young people love to drink it, so why don't you try it, Master?"

The overnight lemon beaten tea recommended by Lu Wu attracted the attention of the old monk.

He walked over with a broom in his hand, scanned the entire stall, stared at the price for a while, and nodded.

"Okay, let's have a drink."

Two intermediate spirit stones for one cup, a bit expensive.

So, he wanted to see how this overnight lemon would be beaten.

Lu Wu was very happy that he finally attracted a customer.

She got up and went to work quickly.

The ingredients for the beaten lemon are very simple, mainly black tea, lemon and natural fruit honey.

Lu Wu also prepared some small limes to enhance the taste of the fruit tea.

The hot water boiled and Lu Wu put the black tea into it to brew.

Black tea is not only beautiful and attractive in color, but also has a natural rich fragrance, very much like the fragrance of flowers.

As the hot water is brewed, the aroma of black tea begins to rise little by little.

Just a pot of black tea, and the old monk's scattered eyes began to focus.

"The donor's black tea is extraordinary."

The old monk was hinting at something.

Lu Wu pursed her lips and smiled. This black tea was a natural spiritual tea that she had specially purchased from those tool men. It contained rich spiritual power.

Even within the Demon Sealing Formation, the aroma of this black tea, nourished by spiritual energy, was enough to invigorate the heart. Amidst the lingering smoke, Lu Wu pulled out a slice of stale lemon.

Lu Wu does not lie and says that overnight lemon must be made with real ingredients.

The lemons here are large and heavy, but the skin is thin and full of juice.

Each slice of lemon was cut into a moderate thickness. Lu Wu placed it in a metal pot, added an appropriate amount of ice cubes and two small limes cut in half.

Then she took out a stick, put it into the pot and started beating it hard under the old monk's curious eyes.

Da da da!
The sound of impact sounded one after another.

A body nourished by spiritual power is different. It is very violent when exerting strength.

The orange-yellow lemon was violently destroyed by Lu Wu in the pot. The juice began to squeeze out and the ice cubes were also slightly broken.

The unique fragrance of lemon becomes stronger in the air.

The muscles in Lu Wu's arms finally had a place to be used, and he began to show off his beauty.

You know what, this process is quite stress-relieving.

Lu Wu was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and started smashing things "bang bang bang", shaking the whole stall.

"Donor, be gentle, be gentle."

The old monk couldn't bear to watch the whole process of Lemon being tortured.

"Ahem, I'll be fine soon."

Lu Wu laughed dryly and proceeded with the next steps.

First, add honey to increase the sweetness. At this point, the black tea is also ready.

Lu Wu poured the black tea into a large barrel with a formation to cool it down. After it cooled down, Lu Wu poured it into a lemon pot and added some ice cubes.

In front of the old monk, Lu Wu shook.

The sound of ice hitting metal is crisp and pleasant.

The preparation of lemon tea was nearing completion, and behind the temple door, the little monk who had just gone in to give a tip-off came out again.

He stood at the door, secretly poked his head out, and looked at Lu Wu with suspicion.

At the beginning, after he told his senior brother that there might be a bad woman outside the temple, his senior brother was very nervous and said he would continue to report it.

But when he described the appearance of this bad woman and the stall, his senior brother seemed to have drunk nectar and suddenly became refreshed.

He even pulled him aside mysteriously and said that this bad woman was not bad at all.

He also exchanged a Buddhist scripture with him, asking him not to tell the news to other people in the temple.

The little monk couldn't understand it.

Could it be that my senior brother and this bad woman are in cahoots with each other?

But as the most outstanding Buddhist disciple in the temple today, senior brother should not betray Tianfo Temple.

He doesn't understand the adult world.

But he will use his own method to protect Tianfo Temple.

The first thing to do is to monitor this bad woman. He believes that no demon or monster can escape his eyes.

But as soon as I came out, I saw that the sweeping uncle had been bewitched by the bad woman and even bought some lemon tea from her.

How can a boss who sells overnight goods be a good person?

"Master, your beating lemon tea is ready."

In the crystal cup, the light pink lemon tea was swaying, the ice cubes squeezed and collided with each other, and a layer of frost condensed on the wall of the cup.

Very good looking.

The old monk took it, and a slight coolness spread from the wall of the cup, making his head suddenly much clearer.

He lowered his head and took a tentative sip.

When people get old, they love to keep healthy.

The old monk, who hadn't had iced drink in the morning for a long time, was suddenly alerted by the coolness.

When his body got used to the coolness, the sweet, sour and slightly bitter taste that followed made the old monk feel as if he was floating in the clouds.